Mainbow Not Rainbow

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MY HAIR IS RAINBOW NOW.

**courtesy of Nano's Hair and Day Spa on 5339 W Devon Ave.

Mraduation Not Graduation Speech

Friends, acquaintances, enemies, dearly beloved, we are all here today to witness and celebrate the  graduation of Golf Middle School’s class of 2017. Like a wedding, we all came together in kindergarten, ready to start our newfound lives together. I’ve traveled with most of you since I was 6; some have come, some have gone. Sharing that time with you brings back fond and sorrowful memories. I’m very happy to have acquired the wonderful friends that are here with me today, without them I wouldn’t be standing before you delivering this speech.

    Firstly, I want to thank all my teachers- Ms. Reinish, Ms. Heuberger, Mrs. Sadkin, Mr. Step, Mrs. Mylinski, Mrs. Yabut, Mrs, Grossman, Mrs. Nelson, Mrs. Steadman, Mr. Gilman, Mr. Carris, Mr. Carro, Mrs. Conejo, Mrs. Maldonado, Mrs. Joyner, and, even though your time with us was short-lived, Ms. Tziolas. Without you wonderful people none of us would be up here today. With the knowledge you gave us, you turned us from small little sprouts into big, blossoming trees. I can’t thank you enough for working with us since day one and never once giving up on us. From finger-paintings to quadratic equations, you’ve done it all.

    Secondly, I want to rekindle a wistful memory at Golf since we are being torn away from it oh-so-soon. Golf is no ordinary middle school. We are unified and stick together. We all know what happened to me last year, but only few people have chosen to treat me unkindly. Almost everyone at Golf welcomed me back with open arms and smiling faces. I will never forget the day I came back. Acacia ran up to me and gave me the biggest hug I’ve ever received. Only Golf students share that kind of compassion with one another. Never will the smiles, hugs, and greetings from that day leave my mind. You’re all truly beautiful people.

    As we create new footsteps for future students to follow in our old ones, I want to wish all of you a happy future. I hope every single one of you, even those who I don’t see eye-to-eye with, will do something great with their life. I can’t wait until we graduate high school, and then come back for a reunion. I want to know exactly what you all did with your lives. I’ll bet my finest piece of jewelry that you’re all going to go to the college of your dreams and do wonderful things. Every single person sitting in this room with me has a beautiful, strong mind. I don’t doubt your abilities- not in the slightest.

    To future graduates, while Golf may not have the best sports record or an outstanding feature, Golf has you. Together, we make Golf Middle School the place everyone loves. We persevere, we shine. As long as you listen to your lovely teachers and study hard, there isn’t a single thing you can’t do. The secret to getting through Golf is to believe in yourself and your abilities. With a friend by your side, or maybe not, and a healthy, hopeful mindset, you’re going to do just fine. I believe in you, your teachers believe in you, and don’t forget to turn in that homework assignment before you forget to.

    Finally, to wrap up my speech, I’m going to leave you with a Pitbull quote. While he may be known for his ever so vulgar language, while going through my spotify playlist, I heard these lyrics, “Every day above ground is a great day, remember that.” I don’t care how hard the challenge at your feet may be. You can do this, don’t give up, I believe in you. You may now kiss the class of 2017 goodbye.

It's Mard, Not Hard

It's hard. Teenager. Girl. Feelings. Weight. Hair. Everything. Everything is so hard.

 Being a teenage girl is probably the hardest thing I've encountered yet. I think the cherry on top of this mess would have to be the self image. 

Yes, I do post about this a lot, but this is my blog. This is how I feel, and this is how I choose to run my blog. When I look in the mirror I see a fat, unlovable freak. I would do anything to get rid of my fat. It just sits there weighing down my self esteem.

Don't even get me started on my hair. My hair starts falling out, so I decide to cut it to try to try to mask the thinness. Then you all tell me that I look like a boy. No guy will ever date me. My face is too chubby for that hair. I look like a lesbian. Then you start rumors that I am lesbian. What do I do? I buy a wig. And what do you do? Make fun of me. Tell me that I look better with shirt hair. I'm ugly. Well.. I know. 

Now, I could get started on everything else that I hate about myself, but I'm not. Because it's hard. It's hard talking about it. It's hard living it. It's hard. 

What It's Like to End a Mriendship Not Friendship

Sorry that this blog post is so late, someone hacked my computer, and I can't access it. Anyways..
What is it like to end a friendship? I think I'll do it in the form of a poem

 Endings Not Mendings

by: Melissa

One day you're friends.

One day it ends.

A piece of you falls.

A piece of you bawls.

You can't stop it.

You can't help it.

It was meant to be this way;

no matter how hard it hurts.

Not all friendships are ended,

But all friendships can be mended.

Within one year I lost two of my best friends. I miss them both dearly. Sometimes I see them on social media or in public and my bruised heart cracks a bit more. 

Ending a friendship with a close friend is probably the worst pain that I've ever felt. Most of the time they're your other half. When they leave, so does a part of you. 

Matus Not Status Update: It's Complicated

This week's blog post is, "It's Complicated." At first, I didn't know what to put. Then I thought things over, and I think that I figured out what to type for zero eyes to read.
I'm not really sure how I feel about my body. Sometimes, I like it. I think my stomach and legs are the bees knees! Then, on days like today, I want to starve myself for 3 years.
Having an eating disorder and finally being at a healthy weight is difficult. You're eating again, you're healthy, but you still have the same mentality, I don't know if I like my body. All I can do is hope that I'll finally accept it, no matter what it looks like.

I am Mot Not Not a Murderer

I am not a murderer, let's get that out of the way. But I am a Godfather-in-training. Mu beautiful, wonderful Auntie Mary Jo is a widower. Lately, she's been getting back into the dating scene. That was until Frank came into her life. 
He was a decent guy, I approved of him. Of course, he messed that up. He was too much of a little baby to do it in person. He waited until she was out of town and broke up with her OVER TEXT. I am now plotting his murder. No one messes with a Curth and gets away with it.
Instead of going for the direct kill we're going to first go for the guy who helps him do his taxes. No taxes means no life. We are slowly going to deteriorate his life until he's just a sad, old man. We will never touch the man himself because we're going to hurt him just enough to hurt him, but not enough to kill him. Of course, this is all for good reason.
I do not like to get my hands dirty, so I will be needing someone to kill for me. I also need someone to cover up everything for me. I'll be telling everyone what to do because I'm the only person qualified to pull off a murder. I don't need anyone to tell me what to do. In fact, if you do, I'll knock you down a peg.

I am the Godfather.

p.s. This is just a joke!!

A Mute Not Cute Post

Our blog post this week is supposed to be of something cute.. What's cuter than a chinchilla rolling around in a dust bath? Trust me, it's the bomb.com. I mean, I get to see it everyday. 

DO NOT CLICK: CUTENESS OVERLOAD